It's so hard to imagine not being alone

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Does anybody ever know if they absolutely want kids anyway? Humanity as a whole is a mixed bag, the whole question coming up makes me wonder why my parents are always the ones advocating against gambling.

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-Gem Tos

Retro, I think hurtloam is a traditionalist in denial when it comes to relationships (sorry hurtloam).

Hurtloam, I think you *do* want the man to make the first move.

You wish one of your glamorous crushes would come along and sweep you off your feet.

And you feel unnatural and unfeminine when you make the first move and ask him out, but you don't want to admit it; because you do desire the man to approach you first.

Hence why you keep making excuses to avoid this.

Did I hit the nail on the head or did I assume it wrong?

I don't really mind making a move, but I have to be sure now after years of totally getting it wrong.

At the moment I'm just talking to him and seeing how it goes. That conversation where I panicked and walked away was only one conversation. Most days we do have a good chat.

We still don't really know much about each other and it may not work out. I just don't want to get my hopes up. I think he has figured out that I'm interested and I do think he likes me too.

The silver lining here is that people imagine cooperatively.

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"Standing on a well-chilled cinder, we see the fading of the suns, and try to recall the vanished brilliance of the origin of the worlds."
-Georges Lemaitre
"I fly through hyperspace, in my green computer interface"
-Gem Tos

Because it doesn't necessarily take programmers to replace PHP. I've offered to migrate WP's framework before & Alex nixed it *my free bid* because working conditions elsewhere for S/W/web devs with AS still usually suck.

Really, I was seriously offering to fix it but Alex already rebased the whole thing a year or 2 ago. Put up the code or otherwise just the respect for whomever already did. Alex actually pays hosting fees towards something useful which is a helluva lot more than I can say for a lot of people I've worked with.

I'm gonna go eat & maybe party instead of writing PHP. You should try getting rid of SQL under this thing before thinking about scrapping all the bindings on top of it. I'm here for your say, not the ugly passé buttons adjacent.

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"Standing on a well-chilled cinder, we see the fading of the suns, and try to recall the vanished brilliance of the origin of the worlds."
-Georges Lemaitre
"I fly through hyperspace, in my green computer interface"
-Gem Tos

Aaaand its over.

Still alone.

What happened?

You aren't alone.

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"Standing on a well-chilled cinder, we see the fading of the suns, and try to recall the vanished brilliance of the origin of the worlds."
-Georges Lemaitre
"I fly through hyperspace, in my green computer interface"
-Gem Tos

Big crunchy hippie hugs to hurtloam.

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"Standing on a well-chilled cinder, we see the fading of the suns, and try to recall the vanished brilliance of the origin of the worlds."
-Georges Lemaitre
"I fly through hyperspace, in my green computer interface"
-Gem Tos

Hey Alex thats fab youve got someone helping out. Is there a link to a new thread you can post so we can make suggestions.

Meanwhile in other news, kraftie asked what happened ftom the start of this thread till tonight.

I've started a new thread in the haven coz this one has gone a bit off topic.

http://wrongplanet.net/forums/viewtopic.php?t=350594

You're totally on topic, only nobody's thinking about anything easy today.

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"Standing on a well-chilled cinder, we see the fading of the suns, and try to recall the vanished brilliance of the origin of the worlds."
-Georges Lemaitre
"I fly through hyperspace, in my green computer interface"
-Gem Tos